Not My Brother's Keeper (Semi-Hiatus)

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chuckxalmighty:

He patiently waited for the other to speak again, breaking eye contact for a few seconds to take a sip of his drink.”I taught myself the guitar and i’m pretty good at it according to people so I don’t think it’s because of my guitar skills.”

               Seth squinted at the guy. To him, he couldn’t understand why the guitar wasn’t a surefire thing for this guy, “Then what is it? Maybe you’re not playing the write stuff. Do you ease in with the classics? Or are you the kind of guy who goes balls deep into his own stuff?”

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thedcvilsshow:

                ❝  First off all, sit down and shut up. The Devil likes to make a grand show. Satan is locked away in hell, right. So, His Son Damien, and all His witches can’t just step out of Hell whenever they want. There has to be a ritual to raise one of them. And , Black Masses, are just a way of them asking The Dark One for a favor, or to pay there sick respect for Him. Honestly, you need to do your homework, Seth.  Maybe you need to get laid more often. ❞

               Only obnoxious over-acted snores came from him as his head bobbed to the side. He “jolted” awake, ”Huh? You still talking? Was hoping that was just a nightmare. Listen, if I wanted a history lesson I’d... Well, I never want a history lesson. The whole “been there done that” routine, you get the drill.” But there was one point in her speech that his fragile masculinity couldn’t ignore, “I get laid a hell of a lot, thank you very much.”

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You Are Not Wrong | Cont. From Greeter

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survivingthedemonsinside:

✗ - ♛ — You Are Not Wrong || @fratricidium — ♛ - ✗

       Stardust did not want to prod, but it was just in her nature to be curious and to try and help out others. “Is there anything I can do for you? Call you a cab? Maybe phone a friend to get you home safely?” she offered, her eyes staying on his hair since she could not see his eyes.

✗ - ♛ — 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓉 — ♛ - ✗

               He turned his head upward to view his good Samaritan. Most people would simply walk by and not pay him a moments notice. Others may never even have seen him. But this one was observant. After a long pause, he rose to his feet, “I can find my way home,” Not wanting to seem ungrateful, he added, “Thank you for your concern.”

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woolfcried:

        ‘he’s talking SHIT about how it’s better way back when.’

@fratricidium ( too much too soon / american idiot. )

               “Although I cannot speak for you, I personally feel that those things are subjective. Way back when may be the golden age to some and a nightmare to others. It depends on your perspective.”

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paramounticebound:

@fratricidium​ ♡‘d for a lyric starter. (Getting Nowhere by Magnetic Man ft John Legend)

     “Running out of time, visions hold my mind, but I am still holding on to nothing.”

               “The most difficult thing is letting go of the past. It’s stony, unforgiving fingers trap us and cloud our thoughts of the future.” He, himself, was someone who clung to the nothing of the past and all its broken promises and shattered memories. 

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birdonawiresara:

Unfortunately, as an ex-member of the League, Sara had hurt far more than she’d ever saved. Than she would ever be able to save, really. But that didn’t stop her from trying. She didn’t say that, though, instead responding to his reminder comment with a shrug, “Sorry, I’m already too far down the rabbit hole. But I appreciate the effort.”

               There was something familiar about her. A spark akin to his own. A murderer. A fact hard to hide from the very creator of it. But he didn’t make mention of it. Everyone sought atonement for something. “You are still here, so you are not past the point of no return yet.”

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dusttcdusk:

     ‘ Keep it up and I will send one of these Louboutins so far into your ass, you’ll be tasting the leather. Do not test me. ’ Grin is forced, and there’s more threat in her eyes than any sort of mirth. ‘ I’m more than willing to make that sacrifice if it means teaching a mouthy little boy a lesson. ’ 

               “Why don’t you just take the compliment, sweetheart? You say ‘thank you’ and I’ll say ‘you’re welcome’. We’ll go our separate ways and you can enjoy a drink on me. How does that sound to you? Cause it sounds like a pretty fucking good deal to me,” he slid a few bucks onto the bar, tapping the short stack with his index finger, “Fair is fair, I think.”

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thefirstmortal:

Slowing to a stop, Kaa blinked and looked down at himself. Humans making humans? It was… a strange thought. “I… did not know that was possible. I was forged, made from the chaos of creation.” He’d already told Cain he was the first human Kaa had met… but his brought many strange new possibilities to light. 

When he started walking again his mind was racing, trying to understand.

               “So not born then,” That answered that. And Cain wasn’t overly shocked at his origin. The concept of gods creating humans was not as foreign to him as humans begetting humans was to Kaa. To be honest, Cain wasn’t surprised the powers that be had created someone else. His family was an overall disappointment for many reasons.

               “How long ago? And what was that like?” His curiousity getting the better of him as he tailed Kaa.

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stellaanimarum:

     And just as she had warned would happen, the porcelain dragon was now a pile of shards and dust. “That was a gift,” she muttered out, gently rubbing her temples. It was given to her by her younger brother while visiting him in Japan. And now it was destroyed. The loud crash had even alerted her companion who now peaked his head from behind the door. The quarter ton white tiger stepped out, gliding his tongue over his nose.

     “I should let him bite you for that.”

               “So not a treasured family heirloom, then?” But before he could reply with some snarky comment, a huge tiger bounded into the room, “Jesus Christ! What the fuck!” He instantly retreated several steps but then froze. Did these things see movement? They probably sensed fear, “I’ll glue it back together!”

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ghostsandabsinthe:

      Zoe lets out a small chuckle at the stranger’s response, and looks him over before answering, “Well, clearly, I am asking all the wrong people. And I suppose you are the right person to ask, Seth?” 

               “Damn, right I am,” A mischevious smile tugged at the corners of his lip, “Now, what’s your drink and your name? We’ll go from there. Ease into it,” But who was he kidding? He never eased into anything. He ran head down into everything.

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scarred-by-monsters:

Ash jumped as the doors flew open. She’d been finishing a report, the office mostly dark and blessedly quiet. It was a relaxing atmosphere for the most part, the sound of the cars outside was the only thing that had broke the silence….

That was until the man ran into the room, making her stand quickly. “ i uh- didnt know you were late. And no this isnt AA.”

               “Ah, fuck,” Seth shook his head. Well, maybe this was a sign? He didn’t need support tonight. After all, he had been looking for an excuse not to show up anyway. There’s always next week. His driven procrastination was legendary. He slipped the chip into his pocket, “Well there’s always next meeting. Guess I won’t --- Hell, are you still working? At this hour?”

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maitretmaitresse:

             Little Beatrice’s eyes grew bigger than her face could hold as she scrambled for the money, lest it touch the ground. Bills! She never found bills, much less out of charity. Occasionally a few sous pieces were thrown at her, as much an act of charity as they were meant to ward her off. But only in church had she seen paper passed as money, alms by those high and above her and her family, yet which never seemed to make it down to them.

            Feeling the francs crumple in her hand, she felt tears prick at her eyes. The world wasn’t like this. Not to her.

                     “Thank you, monsieur!” She choked out, high voice even several octaves above the regular.

               Yes, even the father of murder had a soft spot. He may have been a monster but he had some small piece of humanity left in him. This was a rare moment he let it escape. He stared down at the petite child, towering above her, “You are welcome,” words not uttered in his vocabulary in a long time, “Do not spend this on any nonessential. This is for you. For food,” he reiterated, “Do you understand?”

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sleepindarkness:

          ❛ That just goes to show how LITTLE you know me—even if I wasn’t married already, I would be the LAST person I would ever marry. Or sleep with. ❜

               “As long as we have that pressing matter settled. Is there anything else you need to ask me?”

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ourredxmption:

Seth. She didn’t need to say his name once he’d spoken, she was just in shock about seeing him again. “I thought you…” Angelina spoke, trying to come up with a reason or something, trying to get her thoughts together, but they just wouldn’t come to her. Walking over to him, speechless, she stopped and reached for his face, to wonder if this was an actual joke. But it wasn’t, and he was actually standing there, in front of her. 

               Thought what? Died? Skipped out on her? Didn’t love her anymore? All of those things were conceivable. He dropped off the radar. Maybe it was because he got to close to her. He could never do long-term commitment. But it had to count for something -- mean something -- that he was back here. Seth resisted the temptation to rest his face against her cool palm. Instead, he reached up and took her hand, lowering it to the side. But he didn’t break contact, “Surprised, huh? Yeah, well, I surprise even myself too.”

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myricds:

there was a quiet sigh of relief as he let her in. not that she had really expected him to decline her plea for help ——but with the way her day had been going, buffy would have only counted it as one more blow in a long succession of punches back. she was already reaching for her phone to pull up an image of a piece of parchment they’d found with some very vague almost-information. but in truth, if what the entity had told her was true, its existence predated text itself. 

          ❛   the first evil ——heard of it ? said its been around since before man and demons so we’ve had a helluva time tracking down any details.   ❜

without being offered a seat, she slumps into the nearest chair and everything about the events leading up to her presence at his door seem to weigh over her, dripping down the slayer’s form. 

          ❛   i don’t know how to fight it because it’s apparently not an it, it’s not a thing, not physical or something ——i don’t know, giles tried to explain it but i’m going bonkers trying to figure this thing out and, to be honest, i’m coming up empty.   ❜

               It had been a long while since he had seen Buffy. Demons, vampires, the whole shebang. A tough, arduous fight but in the end, the “good guys” won. Peace was restored. He had to hand it to the Buffy: she had a fight in her. You should never count the Slayer out because she’d find a way to overcome the odds.

               He turned, following her to his small living room. Sitting down, he rested his hands in his lap. Cain had been silent until she stopped speaking. He didn’t want to interrupt her. The mention of the ancient entity brought an uncharacteristic flash of alarm across his face. Well, the First Evil definitely rang some bells. It wasn’t every day he came across something that was older than him. 

                Cain frowned, “I have heard of it. I had the misfortune of encountering it in my younger years,” An unpleasant memory, “From what I have heard, the First Evil has been relatively dormant for a while,” or perhaps, it was focusing on other things, “This sounds like a big problem you have dragged to my doorstep,” Not that he was particularly complaining.

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redemptivexheroics:

Desmond stood there and soon his eyes went completely red, his power generated shattered every window in the basement along with everything that was made of glass which wasn’t much, the ground cracked beneath his feet. Holding up his hand he intended to throw Cain through the wall but it wasn’t working its like his power was inferior to Cain’s. After a couple seconds he gave up calming down and returning to normal.

“What the hell are you?  I know you’re demon but hell I should have been easily able to throw you around like a damn rag doll” 

He looked to the bag.

“Why does someone who stays out of the fight care that I take a damn demonic talisman one you clearly had no idea was here, because I gather this isn’t your summer home” 

               “You may have power, but you do not have discipline,” Power and strength were two different things. One was controlled by rage. One was controlled by the person who wielded it. He only saw power in the boy, not strength, “And you forget, my boy: I am ancient. Do you really believe you have demonstrated something that I have not seen already?”

               There was something in the boy that intrigued him. There was potential. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be standing there still. Neither of them would be.

                He gave a small shrug in response, “I was passing through. Staying the night,” A glorified squatter, “Actually, I had no idea about the talisman until you arrived. And I still do not particularly care about it.”

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highlandxwitch:

     “It’s not that big.” She chuckled, it had been her father’s leather bound traveler’s journal, about the size of a 8x11 notebook, nearly packed to capacity with entries and sticky notes and pieces of scrap paper lodged in between the pages. 

     “And as a matter of fact, I do.” Morgan flipped her hair over her shoulder and swiftly moved passed Cain, “My dad created a spell when my brother and I were about eight. With a few Old English words, simple language really, we can summon any demon with it from anywhere… within reason of course. Ideally we just need a physical piece of that demon to focus the magic on. But since we didn’t come back the first time with any scraps, I’m just going to have to rely on my trusty old scrying crystal and this     ”

      She pulled up the sleeve of her blouse some to reveal a white medical patch of gauze and tape going across her forearm. After removing it; three, long, distinctive claw marks wrapping around her skin could be seen. The demon had nicked her during their last battle, “I’m sure there’s got to be at least a smidge of demonic DNA here, right?” 

               There was an old adage that you should never trust witches. But Cain found that distrust of them was gravely misplaced. Then again, human always feared what they couldn’t understand or scrutinize under a microscope. If only they could see Morgan, all those old misconceptions would definitely be abandoned. There was something about her. A sense of optimism, a drive and passion for her craft. None of which Cain had himself. A small smile threatened to break through his stoic exterior. 

               His eyes watched her unwrap the bandage, surveying the deep gashes in her arm, “Something is better than nothing. It is worth the try,” Maybe she was rubbing off on him after all. Then he added, “When we get the chance, you need new bandages. You do not want to risk infection.”